I try to pull his boxers off. "No," he says, smiling and trying to push my dress up, "let's take yours off."We tumble together until I'm naked and so ...s he. We're both laughing. Happy as kids. His hands are on my breasts, then sliding down around my waist, pulling me towards him. I'm kissing him. He's kissing me. We're both aroused and maybe a little drunk. He lays me back, kneeling between my parted thighs, his cock swollen and erect. He goes to pull on a condom but I distract him, reaching. They've changed from the girl of 25 to the mom at 40, but they're still wonderful. In fact, if you wanted to show them to me now..."He inflected the "now" to a point where she couldn't tell if he was serious or joking. She chewed on a bite of steak, savoring the flavor and appearing as if she was considering the idea. She put her silverware on the table, put both hands on her lap, and looked around the booth seat down the aisle as if she was... She fixed on his eyes and gave a stern "No." Men!. And there was a feeling - and it's hard to describe, but it felt like my finger had passed a threshold of some sort and it gave me an extremely fulfilled, satisfied feeling way up inside, where I hadn't gone before. Like I was filled up, and I really liked it. But of course I came right about then, so I didn't get to explore as much as I would have liked. Oh well next time. Maybe.Anal play wasn't a thing for me yet at that young age. Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that. I needed to move, I was restless. The journey was taking forever. Miguel sensing my irritability went to the restaurant car to buy us dinner. Standing, holding the hand rail, I leaned against the window, watching the lights in the tunnel fade from one to another then to dark, it was hypnotically soothing. When I regained my surroundings, Miguel was standing close behind me, watching me undulating in the sensual rhythm of the train's motion. "My Belle, you are so lovely." He pressed his hips to.